Get up early every morning Just to put your make up on The wardrobe's full of useless clothes Your winter coats are gone The jackal pack is feeding The motorway sweeps down The council tries to bribe the rich Just to stay in town Ch: Get me out Get me out of this place Get me out of this trap Get me out of my brain Ysidro down to Melbourne The pressure starts to build The bullets fly at random When you least expect they will Everybody feels guilty So anyone can pay I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every bloody day Ch So here come the nineties The temperature is rising I cannot seem to loose the stains When I wash my hands One world is rising, One world is dying And one has got it's precious head Buried in the sand Ch